<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928</id><updated>2009-05-20T19:23:20.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Coy and Ole Miss</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will chronicle the highs and lows of my experience in the land flat horizons and beautiful sunsets.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-7805799200163906755</id><published>2009-05-20T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:23:20.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life After Teacher Corp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved clear across the state of Mississippi to teach. I went from the western most part of Highway 82 to the eastern most part of Highway 82. According to the rumors, the place that I was going to teach at this year was horrible. Fights, Pregnancies, Overage kids, STDs, and an out of control district, I thought, I taught in Hollandale, nothing could be worse. After a year in my new district I can confidently state, “If I had kids, they would go to this school.” Four years ago my new district got a new superintendent, who in turned fired all of the principals and assistant principals. He hired assistant principals from across the state who were at level 5 schools. These assistant principals are now the principals and assistant principals in the district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school is awesome. My principal is awesome. We have 85% free and reduced lunch, 20% of the district is white, the majority of my students parents work, and dad is a real person. Now, I do have kids whose parents are in jail, parents who work nights and leave the kids to raise themselves, or the always present older siblings who do nothing put hang out on the corner. Things are not perfect by any means, but there are many great things going on. My school is run the way my middle school was run. It is great, no longer do I have to worry about being backed up on discipline, when the bell is going to ring, having to hear coworkers completely humiliate and degrade a child, being thought of as an outsider because I believe lying, cheating, and stealing is wrong. Did I also mention that not one of the 270 students in seventh grade was a parent? Amazing, I taught 3 parents last year. Furthermore, I do not have to worry about overage kids because they are in their own little world, transitions, trying to make it to high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for the day when the Delta stops feeling sorry for it self and says, “Enough is enough, we are not going to let the bottom of the barrel run our schools.” Did I mention that my principal is black, along with 60% of my coworkers, and I have not been made to feel guilty just because I am white. Life is great outside of the Delta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-7805799200163906755?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7805799200163906755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=7805799200163906755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/7805799200163906755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/7805799200163906755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-after-teacher-corp-i-moved-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-5557658639317528176</id><published>2009-05-20T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:59:51.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Greatest Compliment To Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the day before the last day of school, I was entertaining ridiculous questions from a harmless drama queen. I know I am not supposed to say this but I get a laugh out of egging her on. During the course of our conversation the student sitting next to her chimed in, out of nowhere and said, “Mr. Z., you are the only teacher all year who has not hollered at us.” This was a surprise because the harmless drama queen was complaining about her exam and I was giving my usual responses of “Do your best” or “Figure it out.” The student, who interrupted us, is one who constantly disrupts class by making noises and singing. It gets even better, when I confront him he says, “It wasn’t me!!!” He inevitably receives at least one writing assignment a week from me. I am still in awe of the kid because I never backed down from him and he always received a writing assignment for his disruptive behavior. My response to his original statement was “What’s the point?” referring to hollering. He thought I meant, “Why are you telling me this.” He responded, “Really, you are the only teacher, all year, who has not hollered at us.” I replied, “What’s the point of hollering?” The harmless queen chimes in, “He doesn’t need to, he does what he says he going to do.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-5557658639317528176?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5557658639317528176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=5557658639317528176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5557658639317528176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5557658639317528176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/greatest-compliment-to-date-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-2835728858791588621</id><published>2008-09-08T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:51:51.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life outside of the Delta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the month of June I worked on a plantation in the heart of the Delta. For 110 years the plantation planted cotton exclusively. Due to recent economic conditions the plantation has planted corn and beans for the past two years. My job on the plantation was to lay poly pipe (irrigation), chainsaw, help in the birthing process of calves, and whatever else my hands hands were called to do. It is an experience that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; the wife and I moved to Columbus, MS. Home of the first memorial day to celebrate the fallen heroes of the confederacy. The move was bitter sweet. We loved our church and town. Our church family was such a blessing, the men taught me how to hunt and gave me a godly example of what it means to be a husband. They were our family. It has been two months and four days since the move and we are never going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren accepted a position at the Mississippi School of Mathematics and Science, the best teaching job in the state, and I teach in West Point, MS. Lauren spends her school nights planning for her Algebra II, Trigonometry, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Calculus&lt;/span&gt; classes, while I reignite my passion for weight lifting and video games. I teach six periods of seventh grade Information and Communication Technology I. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ICT&lt;/span&gt; I is glorified typing. Yes, I spent four years at Rhodes to teach typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our jobs are awesome. Lauren teaches the best kids in the state and I teach kids who have two parents at home who work. Lauren has no discipline issues at her school and my discipline issues are handled swiftly and firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved our time in the Delta but realize that our quality of life has improved dramatically by moving further away from the Arkansas border.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-2835728858791588621?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2835728858791588621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=2835728858791588621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/2835728858791588621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/2835728858791588621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-outside-of-delta-during-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-5454374566432795373</id><published>2008-04-16T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:18:58.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My MTC experience is not typical of other MTC alumni. I came into the program as an established member of the Delta community. I was going to enter my classroom not having to worry about housing, roommates, the culture of the Delta, or who my new coworkers were going to be because my wife had already been at the school for three years. The biggest challenge that I faced in my first year of teaching was judgments made about me by my principal before I ever stepped into the classroom. I had an interview at my wife’s school when I learned that I was accepted into Teacher Corp. During my interview lesson I made a reference to the game “Monkey in the Middle.” At the time I thought nothing of it. It was not until the end of the first nine weeks at school during my first year that the principal asked if I was racist. She asked if I ever called the kids monkeys or used the term Monkey in the Middle around the kids. I was in shock, at the time I had no idea what she was talking about. She informed me that I had complaints against me for being a racist and that the term “Monkey” is a derogatory term against African Americans. I then told her it was a game that I learned in elementary school, a school that was over 95% African American. There was nothing that I could say that day to make the situation any better. My Principal had already written me off for the year even before I stepped onto the campus. The first year was rough, not management wise, but in every other aspect. The kids felt as if I hated them, the principal thought I was racist, I knew my subject matter but I really didn’t know it, my lessons were terrible, and I did not feel as if I belonged in the school. Did I mention that I also paddled two kids that year? That was a surreal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second summer of Mississippi Teacher Corp was ten times better than the first summer. Not only was it a month shorter but the fellowship among the Corp was a welcome change to the disjointedness of my school. My school has only ten teachers. We are so close to becoming an ideal school yet so far from it because of lack of cohesiveness and differing standards when it comes to learning and the kids. The Holly Springs experience showed what a functioning school could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the most rewarding experiences of my Teacher Corp career have come in the second year. The Ole Miss Coursework became more manageable because I finally learned how to use my time more effectively. I coached football for the first time and the experience was eye opening. It was amazing to see kids actively disobey, get kicked off the team, then have their moms or grandmas plead to the Athletic director and or principal to get the kid back on the team when they did not want to be on the team to begin with. Furthermore the boys believed if they showed up to a game they would win. They honestly believe that wins will be handed to you. It is amazing to see how handouts kill the idea of a strong work ethic. Coaching also turned me into a man who was seen as a racist to someone who is an accepted member of the school. Just as the football season ended hunting season began. Last year I never went hunting after school. I cannot remember why not. This year, if the weather was cooperating, I was in the woods everyday after school. It was great. Each day I had a new hunting story to share in class; many students could not wait to hear the successes and failures of my adventures. I was able to share a piece of myself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring semester brought on the challenge of working with the Technology Student Association. My role was to work with a few boys to help them build balsa wood gliders and dragsters. At times it was tedious but overall I was able to bond with some boys who I would otherwise not have the chance to interact with on a one on one basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going through Mississippi Teacher Corp I would not be able to truly understand what generational poverty is. Last year when a kid would clown in class I had no sympathy. Now that I know my kids a hundred times better, when they do clown I can actually find out what is going on inside of them. Most times the problems stem from something that is associated with poverty. Problems ranging from being grown, shame of dirty clothes and or body, shame of family reputation, sexual exploration and or promiscuity, and to something as simple as constant paranoia of being picked on. Poverty is a depilating illness with no easy solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-5454374566432795373?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5454374566432795373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=5454374566432795373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5454374566432795373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5454374566432795373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mtc-experience-is-not-typical-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-7948217621876826932</id><published>2008-04-01T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:48:58.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tough Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago the students seemed to be off. It was not until third period that I found out from a co worker that a young person(20 years old) committed suicide the night before on his girlfriends porch. He shot himself. The girlfriends two younger brothers attend my school. The average response time for a ambulance is around 15 to 20 minutes and they live on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-sac with many school age children. We can only imagine how many students saw the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a parent died for a set of twins at our school. The twins are some of the best students to have in your class. I felt so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a coworker informed me that a young person(20 years old) died last night when he lost control of his car and went into Deer Creek. The young person has a little sister who attends my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to describe the confusion and grieve in the student's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-7948217621876826932?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948217621876826932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=7948217621876826932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/7948217621876826932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/7948217621876826932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/04/tough-times-about-month-ago-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-6944074586873502631</id><published>2008-03-07T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:31:28.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Spring time in the Delta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave the Delta for good there are a few things that you must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crawfish&lt;/span&gt; festival in Leland. Admission is two canned goods. The beer is cold and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt; is awesome. Plus the music is great.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attend the Catfish festival in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Belzoni&lt;/span&gt;. I plan on going for the first time this year. I hear it is the same as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crawfish&lt;/span&gt; festival but with Catfish.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Blues Jam at the Holly Ridge Store. The jam happens the day after the Leland Blues Festival. It is free and the crowd is interesting. Last year I saw my first Black Biker Gang.&lt;br /&gt;4. Turkey Hunt if at possible or go skeet shooting.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to Great River Road State Park in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rosedale&lt;/span&gt; to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt; golf. Their course is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tour Antebellum homes in Vicksburg. I plan on going for the year for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-6944074586873502631?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6944074586873502631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=6944074586873502631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6944074586873502631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6944074586873502631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-time-in-delta-before-you-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-6150955473557060140</id><published>2008-03-03T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:01:26.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When did it turn sour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About four weeks ago a couple of boys were rough housing in the bathroom. A coworker demanded that I write a referral, so I did. The four boys were suspended for three days. The four boys have me at the same time for history and computers. When they came back their attitudes were awful, before the referral they were my favorite class. Then one of the four received 5 days suspension the week he came back from the 3 day suspension. He was running around campus like a mad man, I had no choice but to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; a referral. The entire attitude of the class worsens. Then two weeks ago the leader of the class, who is one of the original four, received a three day suspension because of a culmination of minor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;behavioral&lt;/span&gt; infractions(demerits), to be honest it was because of the demerits that I turned in on him daily because of his sagging pants. When he came back his sour attitude spread like wildfire and now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;class periods&lt;/span&gt; that I have with him and his classmates are so sad, because a month ago I looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to them coming to my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-6150955473557060140?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6150955473557060140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=6150955473557060140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6150955473557060140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6150955473557060140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-did-it-turn-sour-about-four-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-8704397923553019268</id><published>2008-03-01T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:08:44.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opening line from channel 6's 10 o'clock broadcast on March 1, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four people are in critical positions after a gun man opens fires on a crowds of people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible the funniest thing that I have ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-8704397923553019268?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8704397923553019268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=8704397923553019268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/8704397923553019268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/8704397923553019268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/opening-line-from-channel-6s-10-oclock.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-7971620875021407941</id><published>2008-02-11T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:38:12.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My children have posed many interesting questions to me over the past year and a half as an educator. I will list a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is this stuff for real?  (referring to the pyramids in Egypt)&lt;br /&gt;2. Is that the Mississippi River? (pointing to a small pond, in the childs defense we were 2 miles away from the actual river)&lt;br /&gt;3. Why didn't they build a bridge from England to the colonies? (referring to the thirteen colonies)&lt;br /&gt;4. We made it to the moon?&lt;br /&gt;5. We made it back from the moon?&lt;br /&gt;6. People can know more than one language?&lt;br /&gt;7. What does castration mean?&lt;br /&gt;8. What are genitals? (a folllow up question to the answer I gave for #7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the opportunity arose for me to ask my kids an interesting question, I took it. One day a kid was teasing another kid by saying that he had "Ashy Ankles." I know what the term "Ashy" means so I played dumb and had the kid write me a paragraph what "Ashy Ankles" are as a consequence for teasing another student. His paragraph is below as he wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are Ashy Ankles'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashy Ankles' are when your ankle is white from lack of lotion or grease. People get Ashy ankles when they get out of the tube and do not put on lotion or they just don't have lotion. If you know that your ankle is this way I suggest that you where long pants. Any person can get ashy ankle's if they don't use the wright procedure's at home. This is what Ashy Ankle's are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-7971620875021407941?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7971620875021407941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=7971620875021407941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/7971620875021407941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/7971620875021407941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-children-have-posed-many-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-5663240084957766346</id><published>2008-01-24T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:59:08.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"They made it back from the moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In computer class we watched a segment from the television show WIRED science. The segment was about the reverse engineering of Apollo rockets that were used to take astronauts to the moon and back. When the video was done a kid asked, "We have been to the moon?" I answered "Yes." He replied "And they made it back?" Again I answered "Yes." Another student ask right away "How did they breath in space?" We then proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes talking about space, the atmosphere, the planets, early space travel, modern space travel, when of the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; me asking, "So how does the sun move around the earth?" One of the other kids responded "We move around the sun." I was glad there was some basic science knowledge in the room. Come to think of it, I believe I thought them that when we were studying the Aztec, Inca, and Maya and their knowledge of the Lunar calendar in history class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-5663240084957766346?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5663240084957766346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=5663240084957766346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5663240084957766346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5663240084957766346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-made-it-back-from-moon-in-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-8275867771597943935</id><published>2008-01-11T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:19:48.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Greatest Phone Call of All Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Principal called last night, Thursday, at 9:15. When I saw her name on the caller ID I thought this is odd, am I in trouble, am I fired, all of these thoughts raced threw my mind as a picked up the phone and placed it on my ear. My Principal informed me that our town was under a boil water notice and that school would be closed tommorrow. She said something else but I was not really paying attention, I was so happy that I think I let out a tear or two. A three day weekend. With MLK day the following week, two three day weekends in a row. As my kids say, "Yessssssss"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-8275867771597943935?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8275867771597943935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=8275867771597943935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/8275867771597943935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/8275867771597943935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2008/01/greatest-phone-call-of-all-time-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-6736128129368253215</id><published>2007-12-19T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:30:10.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Favorite Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I choose, I love them all. Last year I came into the job with a false impression of what teaching in a small town is all about. I thought by being firm, fair, and honest the kids would respond positively to me and respect me. I was wrong, extremely wrong. The kids did not respond to me at all, they hated me. By the end of the year I was able to loosen up some and realized that the kids only respect you if you show them that you care about them. This year I took the time out of my schedule to coach the middle school football team, I was myself from day one instead of this impersonal jerk, and I took the time to show that I actually cared by asking the kids how are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night our school had our Christmas party at the Bourbon Mall and it worked out that I sat across from my principal. We had a blast, I think I scared the other people in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; because my laugh echoed throughout the entire building. My Principal remarked that she was surprised by how much my students knew after observing my class. My Principal was especially impressed by a particular few who are considered extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incorrigible&lt;/span&gt;. The class is made up of nine boys who are all considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incorrigible&lt;/span&gt;. Over the course of the year I feel like I have been able to treat them with respect and model for them the behavior of a man. They have responded to me in such a great way. When my Principal made her remark I said without thinking, "I love those guys" and its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-6736128129368253215?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6736128129368253215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=6736128129368253215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6736128129368253215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6736128129368253215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/favorite-student-how-can-i-choose-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-6631394664329877780</id><published>2007-12-19T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:29:37.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why I a plan to stay in the Delta forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer I meet a guy who was going to teach in the same school district as I do. We made small talk and eventually began to talk about hunting. He immediately told me that his uncle was apart of a camp in the Delta and would see if I could go hunting there. Over time we became friends. That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; to say, I am now your friend, not just someone you are nice to because you have things in common. About three weeks ago my new friend called and said his uncle was ready for us to come down. The trip was awesome, I did not shoot a big deer, in fact I missed a little one. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;generosity&lt;/span&gt; shown to me by my friend's uncle was amazing, a trait that is commonly found in many Mississippians. He gave us each a warm bed, hot meals, new one liners to use and amazingly funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the Mississippi outdoors is unmatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people who have never hunted believe it is a bunch of red necks in the woods killing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bambi&lt;/span&gt;, for me and the majority of hunters it is more than that. It is the chance to go out and see something beautiful. The low lying swamps and hardwood forest of the Delta are a sight to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-6631394664329877780?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6631394664329877780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=6631394664329877780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6631394664329877780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6631394664329877780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-plan-to-stay-in-delta-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-2724700491921391437</id><published>2007-11-14T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:30:25.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Perfect Applicant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person graduates from college there is no way to tell if they are going to be a teacher for life, a Mississippian for life, in two years I am entering law school type, or a person who will quit whatever they do after their first year in the real world. With this said the perfect applicant would be one who loves children, has the ability to adapt quickly to new situations, thinks outside of the box, sees the glass half full, must have a positive demeanor, and most importantly know how to laugh. I believe that an applicant to MTC should come from a prestigious college that has a tradition of academic excellence, a diverse background, a history of service work, and experience in extracurricular activities such as sports, choir, boy scouts, girl scouts, etc…Furthermore the perfect applicant must be one who realizes that they will never save the south or all the children that they teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-2724700491921391437?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2724700491921391437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=2724700491921391437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/2724700491921391437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/2724700491921391437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-applicant-when-person-graduates.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-4031355360557578503</id><published>2007-11-01T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:14:31.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A good cry never hurts anybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago a student told me off so bad that it has now become legendary. All the teachers know about it, the administrators and about 70% of the school know about it. The student who told me off is female and for the sake of anonymity we are going to call her Shannon. It all started when flirting went horribly wrong. Somehow Shannon has mistaken innocent flirting for all out beatings and verbal tirades to the male students in the class. When this was going on I told her to be quiet. She ignored me and continued to flirt in the most backwards way that I have ever seen. This coming from a man that used to tie girls hair into knots to flirt when he was in middle school. I had to ask her three or four more times to be quiet until she paid me any attention. She finally started with a tirade directed towards me. She told me that she was going to tell her mom on me and that I need to watch out. She also told me she was going to leave the school, that I am the worst teacher of all time, she hates me and my class, and did I mention she was going to tell her mom on me. When I was finally allowed to get a word in I told her to go to the office. At this point her demeanor changed to nice and sweet and she said “I will sit down now and be quiet.” I told her “No Shannon, go to the office.” At this time she got her stuff mumbled under her breath how much she hated me and began to walk out of the class. As she was walking out I was informing her that I was going to write a referral, at least I attempted to tell her. Each time I began to speak she gave me the “hand” and said “beep.” I again attempted to speak and I received the “hand” and the “beep.” Shannon then stormed out of the room. The students look at me in disbelieve, I wanted to laugh so bad. First the most disturbing flirting of all time, then the most unbelievable tirade of all time, then I received the “hand” and a “beep.” Then a student busted out laughing and I gave out a little chuckle not wanting to reveal how I really felt. I wrote the referral and brought it up to the office and laughed so hard with the principal that it hurt. Fast forward to today. I corrected a girl on her typing form and she turned and said in a playful manner, “Mr. Z I would feel sorry for your kids.” Referring to my overall strictness. Shannon then butted in, “I bet they would run away.” That’s when I told her she has gone too far and that she needed to be quiet and get to work. I walked around the room checking on the students, when I made it to the other side of the room one of Shannon’s disturbing flirting partners whispered to me, “Mr. Z you should have told Shannon if she was your kid you would make her run away.” That is when Shannon yelled “Why are you talking about me?” We went back and forth and few times then she said, “You better be glad my daddy is dead because if he wasn’t he would tell you off just like he did Ms. Jacobs(the elementary school assistant principal).” At that, I told Shannon to go to the office. She got up from her seat mumbling under her breath how much she hated me. She grabbed her book bag and on the way out of class flipped over a desk having it land two inches from another student causing her to fall out of her seat onto the floor. The student on the floor looked like a deer caught in the headlights, it was so funny, but I dared not laugh. I did not want a desk thrown my way. The class was silent for they did not want a desk thrown their way either, they too wanted to laugh. Shannon then calmly picked up the desk, straightened up the row, and even went so far as to fix everyone’s stuff that she moved while flipping over the desk. The room was completely silent, the kind of silent that you find in a movie theater during a horror movie when something bad is about to happen. Shannon then walked out of class to the office. The students looked at me and I could not hold it in. We laughed so hard that it hurt. I even called a student in from the hallway to tell him the story. It was hilarious. I am not going to write a referral because she has given me a treasure of a story that I could not have made up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-4031355360557578503?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4031355360557578503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=4031355360557578503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/4031355360557578503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/4031355360557578503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-cry-never-hurts-anybody-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-8336819586190100603</id><published>2007-10-13T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:29:41.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Sweet Smell of Success or is that Cotton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday my middle school football team won its first football game of the season. We beat Riverside 22-18. We are now 1-4. We lost the first four games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of attitude. The boys finally realized in this win that if you want to win, you have to go and fight for it. I think this is a lesson that they can take outside of football. If you want something bad enough, you will sacrifice and do whatever it takes, legally of course, to accomplish your goal. The excitement in the boys face was priceless after the game. I received the Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bowlesque&lt;/span&gt; cooler dumping. Luckily we cannot afford Gatorade, so I received a dumping of ice because they drank all of the water. One cube made it inside my shirt all the way down to my, well lets just say I was touching myself in inappropriate places in public to get it out. The boys then went and got the other cooler. I saw them approaching from the corner of my eye and noticed that cooler had ice and water, I quickly let them know that if they dumped that on Coach or I, that I was going to , just use your imagination on what I said to them. They put the cooler down. It was so great to see 28 kids excited and happy, what a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great feeling is to ride by a cotton field with your windows down that is ready for the picking.  Take a deep breath and bask in the sweet smell of cotton.  The cotton lets of this sweet smell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of Irish spring. How great it is to be in the Delta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-8336819586190100603?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8336819586190100603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=8336819586190100603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/8336819586190100603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/8336819586190100603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-smell-of-success-or-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-5068714048144355821</id><published>2007-10-13T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:32:07.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If I was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; program director for a day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having first hand knowledge of what the corp was like five years ago I know what I will change. I will change the fact that last year I only received one and a half in classroom observations. The observations were helpful but they were not from one of my professors. The observations provided good feedback but there was not an opportunity to sit and discuss things that could have been done a different way, or new ideas, etc... This problem can be fixed any number of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have the Ole Miss professors perform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; two on site observations per semester for the first years and one on site observation per semester for the second years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; alumni who are still in the area and pay them a minimal fee (to buy refreshments) to form a support group that is content specific for 1st and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year teachers to discuss teaching strategies, methods, assessments, provide guidance, etc... I believe this would foster a sense of community among &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. More time should be spent with the methods professors during that first summer so we could develop an idea of how we should be teaching instead of following whatever the second years tell you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Find an Ole Miss alumni to buy everyone a yearlong subscription to Ed Week and their respected National journal for their subject matter. This way first years can gain new ideas and stay abreast about issues in education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Delta is full of Ole Miss alumni. Most of the lawyers and accountants graduated from Ole Miss. Get into contact with these people and have them hold a social for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt;, especially during the dreaded month of October, the longest month ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Recruit people who are not jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Recruit people who realize that they are not the savior of the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I got of topic but their is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; that I would change in one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-5068714048144355821?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5068714048144355821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=5068714048144355821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5068714048144355821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/5068714048144355821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-was-mtc-program-director-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-3687515732947064415</id><published>2007-10-03T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:05:56.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Magnum P.I. and the Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stooges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, before school, I heard some familiar voices on my hallway. I was expecting the voices to join me in my room so they could catch up on their typing lessons. Instead the voices walked by room and headed down the hallway to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stooges&lt;/span&gt; Lair, otherwise known as the boys bathroom. This aroused a sense of suspension in me, me being Magnum P.I.. So I walked to my doorway and my suspicions were confirmed, the Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stooges&lt;/span&gt; were up to no good. I walked down the hall as quiet as any professional P.I.. I stood in the doorway of the Stooges Lair and I heard the noise of no good, whispers and giggling. I walked in the bathroom and turned the corner slightly and saw the Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stooges&lt;/span&gt; huddled in the middle of the floor, pointing at something, giggling and whispering. Ideas were soaring on what it could be, funny pictorial of a teacher, ugly elementary class day photo, or worst, a dirty magazine. I turned the corner, not making a noise, Curly saw me and backed away. Moe and Larry did not know I was there yet. I walked behind Moe and he felt my presence, turning around. I said, "What are you doing?" Then I saw it, the item that caused me to turn into Magnum P.I.. The boys found the school's yearbook from 1997 in the hallway, some boxes are being moved around, and decided to look through it to see how dumb people from the neighborhood looked when they were in middle school. I was so relieved it wasn't anything else. Then I was overcome with joy that my kids would sneak off to look at an old yearbook. I think I teach the best kids in the Delta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-3687515732947064415?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3687515732947064415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=3687515732947064415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/3687515732947064415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/3687515732947064415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/magnum-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-241827491964637202</id><published>2007-09-16T20:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:16:02.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Verbally offensive to Verbally entertaining in the course of a year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one reason or another I always seem to offend a vast majority of people that I meet on initial contact. Maybe it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I am not the most politically correct and my humor is a bit off color. To top it off, I am at times extremely sarcastic and people take me extremely serious. It doesn't help that I am huge, loud and laugh like a snorting, roaring lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of last year I thought things were going great, then one day during a meeting the feelings from the staff about me hit the fan and it was not pretty. I was viewed as a not nice man. I will not go into details but some things that I meant in humor was not seen as humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year things have changed dramatically. I guess everyone knows I an alright guy, so when I say something meant in humor people actually laugh. The kids laugh now too, come to think of it. It is refreshing to finally be understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-241827491964637202?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/241827491964637202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=241827491964637202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/241827491964637202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/241827491964637202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/verbally-offensive-to-verbally.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-6134558444793368975</id><published>2007-09-16T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:50:48.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Chillin in the Big L"&lt;/strong&gt;(The L stands for Leland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation is my middle name. Here are a few activities that can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoke a pork shoulder all day&lt;br /&gt;2. Shoot skeet off of a country bridge&lt;br /&gt;3. Go Dove hunting&lt;br /&gt;4. Go Hog hunting&lt;br /&gt;5. Go Deer hunting&lt;br /&gt;6. Go Squirrel hunting&lt;br /&gt;7. Go Duck hunting&lt;br /&gt;8. Go Turkey hunting&lt;br /&gt;9. Go out to eat, not Mexican, find an authentic one of a kind place. Like the Holly Ridge store  &lt;br /&gt;    that is located off of Hwy 82  between Leland and Indianola. Wednesday night is Steak Dinner&lt;br /&gt;    Night.&lt;br /&gt;10. Spend time with the wife&lt;br /&gt;11. Clean your guns&lt;br /&gt;12. Wash you car&lt;br /&gt;13. Mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;14. Place ant killer on fire ant mounds&lt;br /&gt;15. Fold your clean clothes&lt;br /&gt;16. Go to church&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to Flavors in Leland on Sunday for lunch, $10&lt;br /&gt;18. Play frisbee golf at Great River Road state park in Rosedale&lt;br /&gt;19. Watch the NFL&lt;br /&gt;20. Watch tennis&lt;br /&gt;21. Watch golf&lt;br /&gt;22. Scout for hunting spots in the woods&lt;br /&gt;23. Practice your hunting calls&lt;br /&gt;24. Do no school work&lt;br /&gt;25. Go for a long slow walk around your neighborhood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-6134558444793368975?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6134558444793368975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=6134558444793368975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6134558444793368975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/6134558444793368975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/chillin-in-big-l-l-stands-for-leland.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-3325185117239869321</id><published>2007-08-18T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:23:03.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is a T.V.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I would watch my shows nightly. My night revolved around what was on. I have not had the T.V. on once this past week. It is amazing how much more fulfilled I feel that I am producing good lessons. The kids are doing more of the work in the room and my lessons no longer revolve around the textbook. I am giving notes using PowerPoint, I highly recommend it, the kids are working in groups, and I am giving activities that matter. I am going to sleep later than I did last year and waking up earlier, yet I do not feel tired. I am exercising more and eating better, not to mention looking better too. To be a good teacher it takes a lot of hard work. I do not feel that I am anywhere near the status of a good teacher but I now know that I am no longer a “sorry” teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-3325185117239869321?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3325185117239869321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=3325185117239869321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/3325185117239869321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/3325185117239869321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-1354417679477337831</id><published>2007-08-18T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:22:35.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It is always better the second time around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go out on a limb when I say this but I believe I will not have to write any discipline referrals this year. I am teaching 55 kids a day, 45 of whom I taught last year. I am not fighting the battle of the kids not knowing who I am, the kids acting as obnoxious as possible to see if I care about them; furthermore, the kids already know I have an open line of communications with all of their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with the principal is great. My relationship with my coworkers is great. I am the football coach at a small rural school, which is awesome. I never knew I could have the potential to have such a great impact on so many young lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person decides to leave teaching I will never hold a grudge against them. I will feel sorry for them because they have no idea on what they are missing out on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-1354417679477337831?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1354417679477337831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=1354417679477337831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/1354417679477337831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/1354417679477337831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-always-better-second-time-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-2474960809730111409</id><published>2007-08-04T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:29:18.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This coming Tuesday elections will be held across the state for county positions and the gubernatorial primary. Listed below are some quotes I have either heard on the radio or received on a flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got my trophy wife the first time." Haley Barbour referring to John Arthur Eaves, the Democratic front runner for Governor, at a county fair. Eaves divorced his first wife and upgraded to a younger pretty wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vote (I will not name who) Justice Court Debuty Clerk" What is a Debuty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...old law for criminal, civil and traffice case for the state of Mississippi." What is traffice? Same flyer from the Debuty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I received good audit report." Obtained from an ad in the paper for a person running for tax collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not use these till A.C. man looks at these doors." sign posted on three freezers at Wal Mart today. It has nothing to do with politics but I thought it belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ad says, "I'm stickin with Haley." I refuse to vote for someone who cannot proofread a political ad. It is a bad sign when people are running for a county position and cannot proofread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reflecting on my experience last summer and this past summer I believe their is some room for improvement in MTC. Primarily is the lack of exposure to the area until you actually arrive in your classroom. Reggie Barnes gives a great talk but he is only one man. We need speakers who grew up here, both black and white. We need people to come in who grew up in generational poverty, who had huge silver spoons, who were middle class. I feel like MTC can do more to expose us to the community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-2474960809730111409?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2474960809730111409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=2474960809730111409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/2474960809730111409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/2474960809730111409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-observations-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-48759563934800500</id><published>2007-06-22T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:55:13.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When referring to the success of my students, I am going to refer to my World History course. At the beginning of the year, I did not know what I was doing. I have heard many veteran teachers say that the first year of teaching is the best on the job training that you can receive. They are so right. My most successful lessons came when we studied ancient Egypt and the Slave Trade. What made it so successful was the use of engaging sets and giving the students a way to effectively take notes. The times not spent on Egypt and the Slave Trade is just one big blur. For some reason I continued to do the same tired, non-effective activities over and over again, writing definitions, reading and answering questions, doing worksheets. I am almost ashamed at my performance to be honest. When I did not engage them or give them information in an easy to organize manner I lost the kids. It was not until I attended a technology training at the end of the year that I realized how I should teach. Develop your objectives around what the student should be able to do at the end of the period. Make a set that involves the learning and leads into the objectives. Describe or demonstrate what the skill is for the day, give notes using a graphic organizer, let the students practice independently, check for understanding, close the class. What a simple process! For some reason this did not soak in as I sat in Guyton. I received this nugget of knowledge too late into the year to apply it in my room. August cannot come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what differentiated instruction is but I do not know what it is. I think you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know the material that I am teaching I am going to be more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand that for students to effectively obtain an idea you need to give them the information in a way that they could put it into order: a graphic organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important instructional strategy that I have learned is that I need to learn how to laugh at some behavior instead of giving a warning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-48759563934800500?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/48759563934800500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=48759563934800500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/48759563934800500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/48759563934800500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-2-when-referring-to-success-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074928.post-1358709794831462935</id><published>2007-06-15T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:30:46.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parental Involvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not call every parent within the first three weeks you will have no parental involvement. You need to call and introduce yourself and let the parents know that you are excited about teaching their child. If your first contact with a parent is 6 weeks into the year and it is to tell them that their child is acting up, you will get no support. Plus many of the parents will tell you on the initial phone call what to do with the child if he/she does act up, you want to make a note of that and do not be afraid to call if the child acts up. If you are trying to put together something after school or you want to form a club, take a special field trip, you will most likely have to contact the parents. If you have already made contact it is a lot easier to interact with the parents to inform them what is going on or to ask the parent(s) to act as a chaperone or to donate something for the room.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this again, call every parent within the first three weeks or you will have no parental involvement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29074928-1358709794831462935?l=unclecoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1358709794831462935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29074928&amp;postID=1358709794831462935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/1358709794831462935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29074928/posts/default/1358709794831462935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unclecoy.blogspot.com/2007/06/parental-involvement-if-you-do-not-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Uncle Coy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17640992378094320539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06750019579980670660'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>